Thursday, 7 May 2015

Updated Buy Links: Vagrant Wolf (Leopards of Leopold 3)

Blurb: Nix Summers
is solitary nomad, a werewolf with no pack, and a biker with no purpose.
Haunted by the death of his wife and kid, Nix has been unable to move on. When
he picks up an old trail, Nix rides to Leopold City in the hopes of sating his
vengeance. What he didn’t count on was falling for Jennifer Rhodes, a young
pregnant leopard shifter, and Eli Crane, her handsome protector.

Nix knows both Eli and Jen are bad news, but Nix’s
protective animal instincts prevent him from just walking away. The wereleopards
aren’t just capable of stirring emotions Nix thought were long dead, Nix’s wolf
recognizes Jen and Eli’s cats as its rightful mates. But fate didn’t just set
the three of them on the same path for no reason. Can Nix put aside his quest
for vengeance for a chance at love, or is the only road he’s bound for his own
grave?

Story Excerpt

Nix pulled out the scrap of paper from the inner pockets of
his jacket and glanced at the darkened lights of the garage in front of him,
frowning. Lex gave him the address of her apartment some time back, but he’d
hastily scribbled in on a tissue and lost it along the way. The only address he
had was the address to the local business Lex’s pard ran.

Lex wasn’t answering her cell either. She was probably busy
running errands, but maybe one of the wereleopards working at the garage knew
where she was.

Ignoring the ‘Closed’ sign hanging out front, Nix pushed his
way in.

“Hello? Is anyone here?”

A warning growl from somewhere in the garage, and seconds
later a grease-stained man rolled from under one of the cars. Nix’s wolf opened
its sleepy amber eyes inside him with interest.

Standing now, Nix saw the man, or rather the were leopard,
was almost as tall as he was, although he packed lean muscle and had none of
Nix’s bulk. He was young, perhaps probably in his late-twenties, and had short
cropped blonde hair and sharp suspicious blue eyes.

“You don’t smell like the local werewolf pack. Are you a
customer? Can’t you read the sign outside?” The man asked, crossing his arms.

He appeared less aggressive now, after establishing Nix
wasn’t part of the local wolf pack, but no less friendly. The name on his
stained overalls read ‘Eli’.

Something strange stirred inside Nix. He was overcome by the
strange urge to come closer, let his wolf rub its fur against the little cat,
and maybe suck the salt on the young man’s neck for a start. A nice little
tender spot, Nix decided, not marred by grease or oil. He could see his
spiritual beast too, a fine lean bodied leopard looking at him with obvious and
unconcealed interest. After that sweet spot he could move on to—

What the fuck’s wrong with me? Over the years, Nix had been attracted to both men and women, other
shifters and humans, but all they were to him were quick distraction. The way
he was reacting now, panting and lusting after this young leopard reminded him
of a young unmated werewolf. What the hell?

“Hey, Eli. No I’m not a customer, but I’m looking for someone.
I’m an old friend of Lex Marsden, you know where she is?”

Suspicion coloured Eli’s eyes again. “What do you want with
one of our pard enforcers?”

Enforcer eh? Lex certainly has been busy. The door to the air-conditioned office opened,
revealing a woman, a heavily pregnant female, Nix noted, sniffing the air. All
thoughts of Lex fled from his mind. The smell of sweet feline musk mixed with
something like cinnamon negated all his senses, heck, even his brain.

“Eli, is something going on?” She crept closer to them,
waddling a little awkwardly. Like Eli, she looked like she was in her
late-twenties. Her strawberry blonde hair was pulled into a ponytail, leaving
her features clear. Concerned and huge light brown eyes looked from Eli to Nix.

“Get back in the office, Jen.”

Nix was unsure why he stepped forward suddenly. Eli snarled
again, but Nix only offered her his arm.

“Oh, thank you, but I can perfectly walk.”

“Fuck, Jen. You can’t just let some stranger, let alone some
big hairy werewolf biker, get close to you.” The protective instincts coming
off from the wereleopard made Nix wonder if Eli was Jen’s mate, but their cats
told him they weren’t.

The two beasts looked on hungrily at each other just as his
wolf looked at them longingly, as if there was deep chasm each of them had to
cross.

“Eli, you’re overreacting again, besides I don’t sense any
malice from him.” Jen finally looked at Nix, and the sudden weight in them
staggered him.

They were exhausted eyes, haunted eyes. They told Nix while
Jen’s body was young the soul it contained was old.

Her words reverberated through Nix and hit him like a
wrecking ball. Those eyes, Nix thought shakily, saw far too much. Hell, he
usually wasn’t that transparent.

She let out a breath, and Nix sensed her cat stretching,
daringly rubbing against his wolf. The two beasts sniffed and scented each
other, eager to explore and play. He swallowed, unsure what was happening.

First Eli, and now Jen? What the hell? Nix hadn’t been able
to get some sleep and feed his body the minimum nourishment it required.
Perhaps he was imagining all of this.

“I was telling Eli here I was an old friend of Lex’s,” Nix
said, finally getting his brain back. He reluctantly let go of Jen’s arm, and
their two beasts unhappily untangled form each other.

The warm bodies of the two men, the tentative but clearly
possessive way they carefully touched her, made her wonder just what the hell
took her so long to realize she’d been wrong all this time.

Did she still love Diego? Lingering feelings maybe, but she
was certain love was no longer on the table and it hadn’t been there for the
longest time. Months of waiting, of blaming and repeatedly questioning herself
withered anything she once had for Diego.

Just looking at Graham’s face told her that. Nevermind abandoning
her, but how could Diego turn his back on their son, his own flesh and blood?
Just what had been so important that he could easily toss them aside?

“Stop thinking too much, sweetheart,” Nix murmured to her
right. Pressed against her back, he tightened his hands around her waist,
kissing the nape of her neck.

“I’m that transparent, huh?’ Jen teased back, feeling a
second pair of lips on the curve of her collarbone. Eli.

“Don’t we know it,” Eli muttered, eyes moving down to the
curve of her breast.

They’re always so careful with me, respecting my
decisions and the lines I couldn’t cross despite the fact I’m constantly
testing their limits.

God, these two men weren’t just gentlemen. They were saints.

Enough waiting, her leopardess chided her. She’d been
fooling herself for so long, thinking perhaps if she waited long enough, Diego
would come back to her. Jen would’ve gone along with it too, never knowing any
better, but living with her two men and seeing how they’d formed a bond with
Graham, changed her mind.

Eventful mornings, delightful afternoons, and quiet evenings
with Nix, Eli and Graham— without realizing it, they’d already found they’d
been searching for all their lives.

Jen reached below, fingers curling over Eli’s cock. He
gasped, eyes questioning. Behind her, Nix let out a sigh, as if saying
‘finally’, his erection grinding against her back.

Eli finally found his voice, his eyes a mixture of
uncertainty and hope. “Jen, what are you doing?”

“Wrong question,” Nix said. “The right question is, are you
sure?”

“Very sure,” Jen answered, beginning to move her fingers up
and down Eli’s shaft, feeling it thicken and pulse in her hand.

Nix kissed the nape of her neck. His hands no longer
restricted, but now free to roam, greedily explored every inch of her. His
tethered need and desire, finally unleashed.

“Let’s get to a more comfortable position,” Nix suggested
kissing her shoulder blade.

They ended up with Eli lying on against the pillows, with
Jen kneeling between his legs while Nix positioned himself behind her.

“This all still feels like a dream,” Eli muttered, staring
down at her, his leopard mewling contently against Jen’s own cat.

Jen secured her hand over his base, while she flicked her
tongue across his tip, swiping the pre-cum gathered there and spreading it
across his length. Eli groaned, his eyes growing dark with need, fingers
fisting deliciously into her hair.

Behind her, Jen felt Nix’s large hand between her legs. His
wolf happily nestled between their two cats. A perfect fit.

“So wet for me already, sweetheart?” Nix asked, tracing her
swollen and soaked pussy lips while he kept one thumb over her clit, creating
lazy circles, driving her mad with lust.

Then he slid two fingers inside her. Jen answered him with a
moan, distracted momentarily from her task. Eli reached out for one of her tits
with his free hand, tweaking until they became hardened pebbles.

“That’s right, baby. This is all for you. We’re going to
make you feel so good,” Nix crooned.

“We’re never letting you go,” Eli added, panting when Jen
took him between her lips.

She wondered if Eli knew just how much his words meant to
her. Diego made promises he couldn’t keep, and in return, that made Jen doubt
herself and made it difficult for her to trust anyone again. She knew though,
instinctively and irrevocably, that Eli and Nix meant their words.

They weren’t like Diego, far from it. Hadn’t they proven
what kind of men they were, time and time again? During nights when Graham
couldn’t stop crying, or when Jen needed something from the grocer’s and one of
them would automatically rush out, no questions asked.

Nix firmly gripped her hips, steady and firm, and nudged his
cock head into her slit. The fire Jen tried so hard to rein in finally broke
free of its restraints, and she welcomed the heat, even wanted to bask herself
in it.

Why had she fought against this so hard, because she’d been
terrified of breaking her vows and morals?

No, Jen inwardly realized. Another future, a wonderful
future, had been dangled right in front of her eyes and she’d been terrified of
reaching out for it.

No more. The time for second-guessing is past. Enough
waiting. Enough doubts.

A bolt of pleasure went right into her core and pussy when
he slid all the way in until he was balls deep. Eli’s tip hit the back of her
throat. Jen slowly eased her way out, not breaking eye contact from him even as
she dove back in.

How many times had seen him harbor that intense look of
longing, when he thought she wasn’t looking? How many times had she wished she
could ease his suffering, not knowing how to cross the line that kept them at
opposite ends?